Ron Mac 11 - Livin' Like This

I can't keep living like this
Got no money to be trickin' on a bitch
Bout to flip the script and go n hit a lick
I'm tired of being broke, just wanna be rich
Na I cant keep livin' like this
Devil's got my life up in a tight grip
Think i'm about to slit my wrist and call it quits
Man I had enough of this shit
Desperate times is desperate measures
Got the good fellas strapped in hoodies with the Berettas
Cuz I rather be dead then alive and poor
Just a man with a mask running in your liquor store
There's a war in the streets, everyday is a hard time
Life a game of cards going for that hard nine
And i'm just trying to talk to you God
Cuz I turn vicious like a junkyard dog
Cant see straight gettin' kinda foggy
Load the Thirty-Eight feelin' kinda froggy
Bout to flip on em like im Jeff Hardy
Mac 11's bout to be crashin your whole party
And smoke you pussys like Bob Marley
I'm sorry, cuz you know i'm not sorry
Mac's like Jax Teller on a Harley
Motherfuck a bitch, the Joker without Harley
I can't keep living like this
Got no money to be trickin' on a bitch
Bout to flip the script and go n hit a lick
I'm tired of being broke, just wanna be rich
Na I cant keep livin' like this
Devil's got my life up in a tight grip
Think i'm about to slit my wrist and call it quits
Man I had enough of this shit
They don't know shit about the life that I live
They don't wanna know all the things that I did
Just a broke ass motherfuckin' white kid
Who's got blood colder then Italian ices
Sick and tired of always having to pay the fucking prices
Know they got a cot waiting for me up in Rikers
Friends claim they love you, really they don't even like ya
Full of shit like a baby with a dirt diaper
Just a bunch of lairs, I don't trust em
Like your best friend's girl friend, fuck em
I ain't even worried about the repercussion
Cuz they know that i'm the one that will leave em with a concussion
Just a fucking have not, money I have not
Fuck around with me i'll smoke you like a crack rock
If I see that your pocket got a fat knot
Leave you chalked out on your back on the blacktop
I can't keep living like this
Got no money to be trickin' on a bitch
Bout to flip the script and go n hit a lick
I'm tired of being broke, just wanna be rich
Na I cant keep livin' like this
Devil's got my life up in a tight grip
Think i'm about to slit my wrist and call it quits
Man I had enough of this shit

Written by:
Ronald Birch

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